Knee bent and head held low.
Eyes closed against my foe.
In prayer I sing on low.
Answers to my last call.
Oh, sacred father come.
For it is you who's done.
In blindness do we [signs "you will"] run.
And be sure not to fall.

Oh, christ, what have I done?
Ill fortune now will come.
Fire raining from the sun.
All virtue swept away.
In floods of blackest death.
The ghost will take my breath.
My sins I will forget.
I am nothing again.

Exit the Ghost Lake.
the waters silent.
What now has risen?
No man stands alone.

The world is changing.
'Tis misery who
Leads our way now.
Holding man down.